text from gaijinsan
I found this book, Gaijin-san, at a book cafe I took a rest at earlier today. I love that, even though it is from 1964, the first line is someone from France complaining that Japanese always think foreigners they meet are from the United States.



I’ve taken to having my Amazon orders delivered to my convenience store in Tsukui. It is just more, um, convenient to pick it up when I want rather than wait for the driver to come and drop it off. Convenience stores in the United States are not nearly as convenient as those in Japan. And shoe stores in the United States do not regularly stock my shoe size. I ordered the shoes I wanted and went to the local Amazon locker to pick them up.


Found this nice cafe around the corner from the theater. Can’t go wrong with free wifi and chicken rice. I’ll be back.